Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.